When the leader of the participants left, Ning Caichen liquidated his pills, and was shocked to find that in a short period of time, he had spent a full ninety marrow cleansing pills and forty heart refining pills, a total of one hundred and thirty pills.

The wealth obtained from the old demon of Montenegro is shrinking significantly, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it is exhausted.

He was not a genius in cultivation, and his rapid entry into the realm was all due to the gift of the Emperor's pen and the accumulation of pills. When the stored wealth of the Jindan Ancestor was consumed by him, it was foreseeable how difficult his breakthrough would be in the future.

And the situation of ransacking Jindan Old Ancestor Dan's house cannot be replicated at all, that is to say, in the near future, his breakthrough can only be killed by life and death.

"Xiao Qian, can you feel the existence of the space magic weapon?"

"My strength is too low to feel the power of space. Xiao Qian shook her head and said, "So if you want to buy a space magic weapon, you have to depend on your own luck." ”

After a while, the leader of the participants rushed back, and the scattered visitors gradually returned, but it only brought him the news of ginseng, and as for the magic weapon of the space class, no one sold it at all.

In desperation, Ning Caichen had no choice but to choose a high profile again, let the visitors beat gongs and drums to attract the attention of the warrior monks in the square, set up a booth, write the words Holy Spirit Pill, post the price of a space magic weapon, and wait for the monks to step forward.

Thanks to his previous nouveau riche profligacy that attracted the attention of the monks, now that there was a slight disturbance, groups of warrior monks surrounded his small stall.

"Scholar, do you really have such a treasure as the Holy Spirit Pill in your hand?" asked a lewd old Taoist in a Taoist robe.

Ning Caichen didn't take out the pill, but said solemnly: "Today's exchange is directly carried out in front of everyone present, whether it is true or not, you will know when someone can take out the space magic weapon." ”

"How much space do you want?" asked a fairy-like friar.

Ning Caichen thought about it and said with a smile: "Although tomorrow is the day when the auction will be held, I don't think it will be possible to gather so many people even at the auction." Otherwise, let's have a live auction, whoever gives the space magic weapon is good, this superb elixir is theirs. ”

"Cunning boy!" The lewd old man scolded in a low voice, raised his eyes and shouted: "Poor Dao has a Kunlun sect standard Qiankun bag here, the space is as large as one cubic meter, scholar, how about changing the Holy Spirit Pill in your hand?"

"It's just a standard Qiankun bag with a cubic meter size, and you dare to take it out to offer ugliness?" The female monk took out a sachet: "This is a Qiankun bag carefully refined by Baihua Valley, whether it is in terms of space size or quality, it is far superior to the standard Qiankun bag." ”

The obscene old Dao's expression froze, and he glanced at the female monk hatefully, but he couldn't take out a higher space magic weapon.

Seeing that there was silence in the crowd, Ning Caichen asked greedily, "Is there anyone else who has increased the price?"

There was silence, and many monks looked at each other, and no one said anything for a long time.

A look of disappointment flashed on Ning Caichen's face, this was not what he expected. But at this point, he had no choice but to say, "If no one ...... anymore"

"I have a broken artifact here, and I have three cubic meters of space. At this moment, a monk who was huddled in a black robe, making it difficult to see his face, stepped out of the crowd.

"Three cubic meters?" Ning Caichen was happy in his heart, this kind of space has surpassed the ordinary large wooden box, and is equivalent to the space of a large closet. If he could have such a spatial magic weapon, he could not only use it to place precious things such as pills, but also clothing, jewelry, gold and silver food, and the convenience was simply different from what he was now.

The black-robed monk came to him in silence and handed him a small bronze pagoda the size of a little finger: "I have erased the divine consciousness in it, you can test it." ”

Ning Caichen's realm is low, and he has not yet explored the strength of the space magic weapon, so he had to pretend to receive it in his hand, and transmitted the voice of Xiaoqian: "This small tower, is there any space of three cubic meters." ”

"Three cubic meters minimum. Xiao Qian said.

Although the conversation between the two was made by transmission, it was inevitable that they could not hide it from some powerful monks. For a moment, a large number of monks looked at the jade pendant on his waist.

In order to deter the monks with ulterior intentions, Xiao Qian cast a spell to completely defeat all the divine thoughts projected over, which made some monks who wanted to kill people and seize treasures secretly frightened, and temporarily gave up this plan and chose to wait and see again.

Ning Caichen knew that he was too high-profile now, and he was afraid that he had already planted a hidden danger for himself. In order to eliminate this hidden danger, he quickly handed over a Holy Spirit Pill to the black-robed monk, and after the other party checked that it was correct, he almost ran towards the outside of the square.

In the crowd, the eyes of countless people met, and groups of people quietly dispersed, leaving the square and chasing in the direction where Ning Caichen left.

"Don't run away, scholar, the more you run, the greater the danger, because every weak monk will want to step on it and reap some advantage. At this time, the best way to break the siege is to kill chickens and monkeys, pretending to be powerful. Just as he came to the market-like street, Xiao Qian's voice suddenly sounded.

Ning Caichen stopped when he heard this, and between the life and death crisis, the golden talisman of the Emperor of the Upper Dantian trembled slightly, and the pen of the Emperor turned into a man and drew it from his cuff and held it in his hand. His face turned calmly and looked at the nearest team of more than ten people: "What do you want to do?"

"We want to ask you if there is any Holy Spirit Pill that we can exchange for. A middle-aged man in a purple robe with a gloomy face took two steps forward, his eyes eager.

Ning Caichen's face was expressionless, and he said in a deep voice: "This kind of thing is extremely rare, and I only have this one, so I want to disappoint you." ”

The middle-aged man approached him step by step: "I don't believe you really don't have it, do you dare to let me rummage through it?"

Ning Caichen was furious in his heart, and sneered: "I don't believe you still have a little twitter, do you dare to take off your pants and let everyone check it?"

"Poof...... In an instant, countless martial artists and monks who paid attention to it all burst into laughter.

In the continuous laughter, the middle-aged man's face gradually turned red, and he shouted: "Little beast, you are looking for death." ”

Ning Caichen kicked the ground with his right foot, and the killing furnace in his body emerged, transmitting a steady stream of essence, pushing him to shoot out like a sharp arrow. In the middle of the rush, the Great Killing Technique made a golden light with the human emperor's pen, smashing the palm of the middle-aged personality block, splitting it in half from the top of his head to the top of his head.

Blood splattered, corpses fell to the ground, and middle-aged people in the realm of second-rate masters were vulnerable under Ning Caichen's surprise attack!

As if a yin wind was blowing, the long street was silent, and everyone in the audience was cold, their hearts were cold, and a strong fear emerged in their hearts. Looking at the scholar's gaze, it was like looking at a powerful ghost.

Ning Caichen stepped on the corpse of the middle-aged man and walked towards the remaining ten or so people step by step. In the silent space, the sound of footsteps representing death finally broke the consciousness of the more than a dozen people, and they were terrified, roaring, screaming, and desperately fleeing.

"Scholars, these people are full of karma and are guilty. Feeling that Ning Caichen's footsteps were slight, Xiao Qian spoke.

In fact, when she said this, she just felt that Ning Caichen's deterrent power of killing one person was not enough, and she needed to kill them all and create a ruthless image in order to deter Xiaoxiao, which made people dare not calculate. Of course, she didn't lie, these people are indeed full of karma and evil.

Killing a wicked person is like doing a good deed, whether it is a human emperor's pen or a congenital heroic righteousness, it has the attribute of punishing evil and promoting good, Ning Caichen's paused footsteps took up again, and the momentum of the whole person was like a sharp knife out of the body, the sharp blade broke through the air, and the rolling killing qi forced the more than a dozen people who fled.

Make a clean sweep of!